Leserli opened her eyes. The heavy wind blew around her. She could feel the coldness of the air creasing her exposed skin. She lethargically looked down at the ground. Her eyes then suddenly widened. She was above the ground, hung in the air. She looked around. There were trees and the wind blowing around her, her hair ruffled and dress floats around her. She then flapped her hands to get down on the ground. It was of no use, she was stuck in the middle air.
"So." A voice said. She gasped, surprised by the voice. The voice was familiar, she knew that voice. She turned her head in the direction of the voice. She gazed at the person who stood in front of her with astonishment. She then looked around and fixed back her gaze on the person.
"You." She said in a surprised tone.
"Who else could be here?" Zorion said.
"Is this your doing?" Leserli asked. She threw her hand around her to define her condition.
"You are right," Zorion said.
